I watched Pride & Prejudice again the other night for the millionth time (the 2006 Kiera Knightly version of course)

For starters my daughter is sitting with me trying to drift off to sleep and says, "mommy, this is your favorite movie."   Well it ain't no Snow White missy, but yes it is.

Every time I watch that movie, I get this overwhelming desire to meet someone that rocks me back on my heels and pisses me off all of the same time.  I want to meet that incredible, untouchable someone that I just want to be near.  At the same time, that person has to leave such a taste of disdained in my mouth that I want to hate him to the core.  Then of course I'll be required to have this big revelation, where I find that all my prior interpretations of his actions were completely wrong and he is actually as wonderful as he is beautiful.

One small flaw in this chain of events...other then the fact that I'm happily married.

I'm an intensely good judge of character and read people on a first encounter like a book...like a good Jane Austen book you might say.  I see all of their many layers immediately.  There would be no room for misconceptions.  I would have known exactly who Mr. Darcy was within the first few minutes of our meeting.  Even back then when Jane penned her famous novel I would have known his true character....back in the day before Internet access was available for back ground information.

I just get people.  I know within minutes if they are pompous, smart, big talkers, loyal, untrustworthy, uneducated, true to their word, good, bad, pot smokers, military, gossips, hippies and so on...Mr. Darcy would have never gotten by me.  Does that make me judgmental?  Prejudice?  No.  It just makes me incredibly intuitive.  Besides I'm not sizing people up to judge them against my own moral standards, I'm simply identifying their true character...who they may or may not presenting them selves to be.

However, I am human and do make some mistakes (although not many :O)  If I had misjudged the poor Mr. Darcy and found out later on in my travels...it would have made No difference.  There is no way in this world I would have ever swallowed it down and conceded to my error.  My Pride.  I am and would be too proud to admit my mistake.

So you see...Mr. Darcy and I were never really meant to be.


It's good thing I found Brett then I guess.